Crush Me

My tissue has glitter in it. I don't need a tissue that has glitter in it. No one does. I don't need one with lotion or vitamin E either.

There's a reason we don't sing in our worship songs phrases like crush me, make me suffer, break me, burn me. That's because we're just big sissies.

Big selfish, rich sissies.

Let's face it folks, we're wimps. And by we I mean me and you. Yeah, I'm pointing and, yeah, I don't care. Sure, we might sing things like sanctify me but do we really mean "to make free from sin; to cleanse from moral corruption and pollution; to purify"? Are we really ready for that? Do we understand what that takes? That's like depolluting the planet. It doesn't just happen overnight with a magic wand. It takes CHANGE. MAJOR CHANGE.

So maybe what we really mean is, "Lord forgive me for screwing up some more and while you're at it could you please just, you know, make me holy because it's really too hard for me to do it. Oh, and by the way, I really like my stuff so even though Christ said get rid of it, maybe you could just work around that. Christ said it's really hard to get to heaven if you're wealthy, but with you things are easy, and I'm not wealthy because I've got school loans and car loans and house loans so in reality I'm really poor, in fact, right now, I'm broke.
And you know how terrible so-and-so is. I'm just going to leave the whole 'loving them' thing to you, because you're way better at it anyway. Besides, if you were in my shoes you'd think they were obnoxious and annoying too after what they did to me. They just didn't have the right. What? I don't have any rights? Come on God, you know I'm not that kind of christian. My life is tough. I'm totally like a slave at work and I always get things last, like new phones and new cars and new movies. So, I'm definitely going to be first in heaven, finally. And didn't Jesus suffer for us, so that means we don't have to? Look, I'm not even that bad. There are way worse Christians that don't even tithe ten percent, let alone go to church regularly."

My newest worship song, 2nd in my serious on Oswald:

Crush me, crush me
And do it for the church,
not for me, Lord, not for me.
Make me right, make me whole
using all the pain it takes
Crush me, dear Lord, dear Lord

Bake me and make me flow.
Pour me out as your wine.
Pull me apart like a bread loaf.
Then feed your church,
Show the world,
Your love.

HERE I AM! IT'S ME!
Send me out. Send me anywhere.
To the depths,
to the darkness,
to the deepest fears and hate.

Trap me in a room,
with all the people I dislike
Strand me in the places I hate.
Shove me into the situations I loathe
and let me wiggle and writhe, alone.

But whatever you do Lord
Do not let them choke
by trying to drink grapes.
And Lord protect them,
from my bitterness, my wrath
from the vile, unripe wine of youth.


So crush me my king,
crush me, I cry
do it for them, your church,
Not for me Lord.
Make me right, make me whole
do whatever it takes.
Crush me, dear Lord, crush me.